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[a_homeless_soul]

back arched, leaning slightly forward
surveying,
searching,
where will it begin?
the fork lashes out,
time and time again it returns
as if wronged somehow
trying to avenge
vigorous, almost vicious
this beating of utensil against the mark
too fast, sometimes
then the food is all consumed.
unmoving, still with heavy breath
well nurished, he may be,
but there never seems to be enough.